"The phoenix begs for the phoenix, the phoenix begs for the phoenix. The bright moon is slightly cool in the middle of the night. I wake up early to wake you up, but I can't bear the dimness."
Shangyangfang, Shangyangfang. The morning dew in winter leans against the cold window. Open your thin lips lightly and fold the branches, who can say that your face is frost-free. "